Rhiannon’s POV
If the garden had a heart and lungs of its own, it would’ve been choking by now.
Everything looked perfect. Silk runners stretched across the tables. Pastel flowers were arranged in neat lines, matching Malena’s perfect wedding colors. Even the chandeliers hanging from the trees sparkled too brightly in the late afternoon sun. Everything looked beautiful, the kind that made you feel happy for no reason. But all I saw were smiles stretched too tight and voices that laughed too loud.
It was Malena’s Bridal Luncheon, but the bride was nowhere in sight.
Aunt Zorya had announced that morning that Malena had come down with a “slight flu.”
It’s a lie.
I knew it was, and a few of the people knew as well.
I’d been in her room that morning when Miles’ family went to check on he
